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Cray cray. 
Never knew it would be sooooo long and soooo wallet wrenching! 

Our "tradition" don't allow pregnant woman shopping her baby needs before 7th month. Why? I don't know exactly why, but maybe for safety reason. Because miscarriage mostly happens in first trimester and they don't consider second trimester as safe as the third. Logically, the tradition prevent disappointment from early miscarriage. I believe we all don't wanna have all things for our baby if in the end we have to lose it. Anyhow, it's only an ancient belief, some follow the rules and some don't. But I prefer to follow it. 

Hence, by the time I passed this 7th month, I was so excited to shop Vale's needs! 
Oh well, but where do I start? As a first time mom, it's really confusing. But I genuinely  thanked every baby shop for providing the "newborn shopping list" to begin with. Even though I was still confused. I mean, whoa.. That MUCH?! And... Mr. D wasn't helping at all (even though he supported us financially! Duh). He hands over all of this to ME. Thanks darling ! The only time I went to the baby shop with him was when we chose the furniture for the Vale's room. Because he knows about the materials so he can easily decide which one is the best for our kid. The rest? He leave it all up to me.

 After asking advice from my sis in laws and my friends, I finally hold this newborn shopping list. Wait, it's not that simple. I have to decided first what we would like to do with my baby. My main plan is, Vale will be sleeping with me in my bed at night and in his crib when he take a nap. Also, as much as I'd love to be "go green" but I guess this time around, I have to choose disposable diapers instead of clodi. I'll be on my own, I don't have time to wash his diapers over and over again. That's why I'll be using disposable diapers. It'll cost much more money for sure,  because newborn baby tend to poop & pee more often than you can imagine. I'm talking about poop 5-6times (or even more) a day. 

I tried to shop from that list and even there are still many stuffs left! 
OH! When it comes to clothing departments, I went crazy (again)! Those tiny little sleepsuits, jumpsuits, shoes, you name it... I couldn't help it and end up buying sooo much and made his Papa mad. But I bought most of them in 3-6 months size. I hope it can last longer. Fingers crossed. 
The more I see his stuffs the more I miss him... Can't wait to meet you baby! 

P.S. will post photos of Vale's items soon! I just can't find my camera. Arrghh

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